There is a sentence, this is not like you, Zhu An didn't say anything, just looked at Mu Feibai.

Mu Feibai's eyes were clean and hot, full of emotion.

Timid, when will this feeling be hidden?

Mu Feibai's intentions can be seen clearly even by him, an outsider.

However, how can others interfere in emotional matters?

Judging from Mu Feibai's performance after Mu Feibai's injury, Shuhua must also care a little about Mu Feibai, but Shuhua has a cold temperament, and she is slow to heat up about emotional matters, and her performance is even more cold, and Mu Feibai's full of affection can only be like a clay pot through a layer of slowly simmering.

However, he believed that no matter how hard the snow was, there would be a time when it would melt, not to mention, Mu Feibai had already broken that kind of cold ice once with enthusiasm, hadn't he?

All he could do was help a little bit.

Zhu'an didn't say anything more, nodded and responded happily, "Well, I know, help you." ”

Mu Feibai breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, and bumped him with his elbow affectionately, "Thank you." ”

Between the gestures, there is still a lingering chic wantonness, but between the eyebrows and eyes, there is a little more stability that was not there before, as if it is slowly fading away from the youthful heart and transforming into a mature and reliable adult.

"It doesn't matter. Zhu An showed a warm smile, thought about it and asked, "What about ...... How about the evening? It's just the right time for you to wash the dust. ”

"Night, night......" Mu Feibai's expression was full of shame, scratching the back of his head and smiling embarrassedly, "It's okay, it's night." ”

Zhu An suddenly leaned close to his ear and laughed in a low voice: "This time, don't pretend to have amnesia anymore." ”

Mu Feibai suddenly remembered the stool that was torn apart under the whip of the snow, his body stiffened, and he smiled embarrassedly: "How dare you!"

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The two discussed things on the way, went to the cooking camp to borrow the kitchen and simply got some food, and did not take it back to the residence, the two sat directly at the low table and ate.

After the meal in the barracks, there was no one in the kitchen, so he had to do it himself.

Mu Feibai had already seen it many times when it came to Zhu'an's ability to cook, and even felt in his heart that in addition to not being able to have children, the friend in front of him seemed to be able to do anything.

There are people outside the world, there are days outside the sky, born in one of the three major families of martial arts, he has understood this truth since he was a child, and he has worked hard to become an outsider in the eyes of others. Although he himself seems to be a leader among his peers, he is famous at a young age and has many admirers, but the longer he has been in contact, the more he can admit that among the children of the martial arts family, he can't find a second one like Tongzhu'an, and his temperament is good or good, I have to say that if it weren't for Zhu'an's escape from the world and his temperament was indifferent, otherwise, it would be too easy for Zhu'an to become famous in the world.

There are thousands of ordinary people in the world, like a vast canopy, among which there are many talented people like stars, competing for glory, and when the bright moon comes out, the sky is bright, and the stars are dim.

It's easy to compare people to people, but people have to be convinced, because they want to be such a person, and the hard work they have put in.

Nothing more, no less.

However, no matter how powerful Zhu'an is, once you get used to it, you will be completely immune, and you don't want to praise it more.

He rightly clubbed aside, not feeling that he was in the way at all, and watched as Zhu'an moved swiftly down the pot.

This person is really, whether it is when he bandages his wounds, or now he washes his hands and makes soup, his movements are orderly, calm and elegant, and he always has a demeanor that has never disappeared, which is really pleasing to the eye.

If you don't help, forget it, he still has to point fingers on the sidelines.

"Hey, don't chop green onions, yes, yes, don't put it!"

Zhu'an raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, and casually put a large handful of water-green green onions into the bottom of the bowl.

“......”

Tsk, that's cold!

Mu Feibai laughed, touched his nose and said to himself, "Men, you should always try to eat something you don't like to eat." ”

However, when he sat at the low table in the kitchen and handed him the bowl, the noodle bowl was full of seasonings, but there were no green onions at all.

His slender fingers pinched the chopsticks and stared at the hot noodle soup in the bowl, and said thoughtlessly, "It's so good." ”

Maybe it's because he's known each other for a long time, or maybe it's because he hasn't seen him for a long time, he suddenly finds that Zhu'an is slowly changing.

It's not just that he's taller, his back is getting more and more slender, and his temperament is still as gentle as ever, but now it seems that Zhu'an's whole person is a lot more real.

It's like a person who has been sitting on the clouds, suddenly walked down, began to be down-to-earth, comprehended the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the world, and even occasionally made a small temperament, than when he first met, he rejected people with a smile anytime and anywhere, which was much more real.

It was about Dream Weaving that changed him.

He always didn't understand before, why Shuhua would be a little different from Zhu'an, indifferent to others, when facing Zhu'an, she would rarely show it, although she was still cold, no expression, and not to the point of being as attentive to Weaving Dreams, but she could see a slight difference.

It's just that he's starting to understand it now.

Probably, there will always be a bit of sympathy between Shuhua and Zhu'an, whether it is as cold as frost or warm and indifferent, it is not necessarily true.

To put it bluntly, it's just that the mind is introverted and doesn't like to express, so it is naturally precious to know what to think without saying much.

The most important thing is that it's really nice to be friends and experience this little bit of change.

Zhu An didn't understand, and asked again, "What's so good?

"Haha, yes!" Mu Feibai responded with a smile, and slowly picked up a chopstick noodle and fed it into his mouth, "Well, it's delicious! It's good to be able to eat, I've been eating sand for days!"

"The road from Hucheng to the northwest is long, the wind and sand are big, and the road is naturally hard, how is the injury and recuperation?"

"This ah......" Mu Feibai raised his hand and touched his chest, there was still a hideous scar under his clothes, "After raising it for so long, no matter how bad it is, wouldn't it be a waste of the holy medicine you brought back with Weaving Dreams!"

Then, his head suddenly moved closer, and his voice was lowered a little, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, "Anyway, you and Weaving Dreams ......"

The off-string sounds are particularly noticeable.

I didn't expect the little son of the Mu family in Jinan to be so gossipy.

The action of eating noodles is still elegant and calm, and he directly recognizes it unabashedly, "Hmm." ”

Whoever asks, he will admit it directly.

After all, liking is liking, why hide your feelings?

Mu Feibai held half of his face and couldn't help but laugh, and said angrily: "You person, what are you, I didn't say anything!"

Zhu'an raised his head and glanced at him, and replied with a smile: "What do you want to say, I still don't know?"

This kind of time is too pleasant, like there are no wolves and wars in the world, and there is no bloody old thing, I don't know who takes the lead, and the two of them sat down and laughed.

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After eating, the two of them went back to the camp, Zhimeng and Shuhua didn't ask where the two had gone, and after sitting for a while, Mu Feibai winked at Zhu'an and signaled him to speak quickly.

It seems that he is really anxious to ask Shuhua out.

Zhu'an had to cough lightly, and the two looked up at him, and he said thoughtfully, "Shuhua...... You and Brother Feibai have traveled thousands of miles from Lake City, and you must have been tired from the exhaustion of the boat, and you should have taken care of the wind and washed the dust, but the life in this army is miserable, and there is no hospitality, so you really can't go. I've heard the soldiers say before that there is a market in Wucheng, why don't the four of us go and have a look together, and find a place in the city to have dinner, which can be regarded as a little bit of dedication and have a reception banquet?" He paused, and looked at Mu Feibai quietly, "Feibai, what do you think?"

Mu Feibai pretended to think for a while, and nodded slowly, "Well, it's okay, there are thousands of cities in the world, and I have seen a lot, but this Northwest Dock City is really the first time I've been here, so I can't help but be a little curious, and I really want to see it." ”

I have to say, pretending to be like that.

Zhu An resisted the urge to glance at him, smiled and nodded, and looked at the two people at the table again, "What about Shuhua and Ah Meng?"

About the impression that Zhu'an gave people on weekdays was too reliable, his statement did not cause any objections, Weaving Dream heard that she could go out to play, and she was happy, she was really boring to stay in the army, and she could take the opportunity to go out to play and naturally agreed immediately, Shuhua saw that Weaving Dream was happy and didn't want to spoil the fun, so she nodded and responded to this matter.

Zhu An smiled at this time: "That's okay, you guys prepare first, I'll go and say hello to General Wan, and we'll leave later." ”

(End of chapter)